When the cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army crossed the Nantianmen, they happened to see Xingtiandu being blown up by the national army sappers on the opposite bank.

Xingtiandu, a bridge over the Nu River, saw that Xingtiandu was blown up, and the routs and refugees who were heading in the direction of Xingtiandu immediately let out a sky-shattering cry.

thought that once Xingtiandu was bombed, they would never be able to cross the river and return to the country.

In the chaos, I don't know who shouted: "Go to the ferry, and the ferry!" ”

There is indeed a ferry crossing below Xingtiandu, and there are even a few bamboo rafts left.

As a result, the defeated soldiers and refugees poured like a tide to the riverside ferry.

By the time the cannon fodder of Long Wenwen and the Sichuan Army reached the halfway point of Nantianmen, the ferry was already crowded with people, and the total number of defeated soldiers and refugees was thousands.

The dragon article did not order.

But the cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army still subconsciously stopped.

An indescribable pride rose in the hearts of the cannon fodder, who were reluctant to flock to the river and join the headless flies of the rout.

Even if they are cannon fodder, they are a group of self-respecting cannon fodder.

Looking at the routed soldiers crowded by the river, Meng said faintly: "The little master has already lost dozens of battles. ”

Mi Long, who was standing behind Meng Fu, immediately continued: "I have more than you, and I have lost more than a hundred battles." ”

"Who's comparing this to you?" Meng was annoyed and said, "I mean, this was the most decent defeat, and until the end, we still maintained our formation. ”

Long Wenwen was holding a telescope and was observing the river defense on the other side.

"The fortifications are very loosely built, how can such fortifications stop the Japanese army."

"With such fortifications, the Japanese army will rush from a high position, and the Nu River defense line will be lost."

"If the Nujiang River defense is lost, the Japanese army will rush to Chongqing in one breath and become a government in exile."

"I'm afraid that's not something you should worry about." Meng was annoyed and said faintly, "The other side of the river should be our 29th Division Engineer Battalion, and now the question is what name do we report?" ”

"What's the name?" Long said, "Of course, it's the Sichuan Army. ”

"Is the Baochuan Legion really okay?" Meng was annoyed and said in a low voice, "The Sichuan Army has already returned to China. ”

"Just report to the Sichuan Army." Long Wenwen snorted coldly and said, "We are the Sichuan Legion, I am the deputy head and acting head of the Sichuan Legion, Long Wenwen." ”

After speaking, Long Wenwen said: "Who knows the flag language?" Who knows the flag? ”

Wang Yan raised his hand and said, "Tuanzao, I learned the flag language in the officer training regiment. ”

"Okay." Long Wenwen said to the Mourning Star again, "Mourning Star, give me the red tassel." ”

The mourning star untied the red tassel tied to the machete and gave it to Long Wenwen, who found a white cloth and cut two branches to make two small signal flags.

……

Across.

An American-style Wesley jeep quickly drove into the position of the special service battalion.

Zhang Lixian, who was observing the enemy situation on the other side of the river behind the artillery mirror, hurriedly stood upright: "Division." ”

Yu Xiaoqing walked straight behind the artillery mirror, and asked while looking at the other side, "What's the situation?" ”

"Listening to the sound of artillery, the Japanese army should not be far away, their artillery is only ten kilometers at most, and their infantry may already be climbing the South Heavenly Gate." Zhang Lixian said.

The first thing that appeared in Yu Xiaoqing's field of vision was the rout on the side of the Nu River.

"A bunch of crumbs! You never know what discipline is. ”

"How can such an army be undefeated? Such soldiers, all deserve to die! ”

Zhang Lixian was relieved: "Don't worry, Xingtiandu has been blown up, and the Japanese army will not be able to cross the Nujiang River." ”

Yu Xiaoqing didn't say anything, just turned the field of vision of the artillery mirror, and soon, a large group of national troops standing on the slope of the mountain appeared in the field of vision.

The face of this group of routs was very different.

The routs on the riverside below were already in chaos, but this group of routs still maintained their formation.

At that moment, Yu Xiaoqing frowned slightly and asked, "On the other side of the river, are there still our formed troops?" ”

"It's gone." Zhang Lixian said without thinking, "Our special service battalion was the last group of troops to cross the Nu River, and there were no more formed troops on the other side of the Nu River after that. ”

Yu Xiaoqing snorted lightly and didn't say anything more.

He didn't take the rout too seriously.

It's just a group of routs, and the last thing China lacks is routs.

What China lacks most now is a good soldier who has collapsed without changing color!

"Master, they are waving flags at us." He Shuguang said suddenly.

Yu Xiaoqing's vision turned again, and he saw a rout soldier holding two signal flags, waving flags here.

Although Yu Xiaoqing also understands the flag language, He Shuguang still translated the flag language: "We are the Sichuan Legion, I am the deputy head and acting head of the Sichuan Legion, Long Wenwen." ”

"It turned out to be him." Yu Xiaoqing bowed slightly.

He Shuguang said again: "We ask to cross the river and help prevent the Nu River and the river defense." ”

"It can't be!" Zhang Lixian shouted, "The Sichuan Army has already returned to China, and it ......"

And what Zhang Lixian didn't say next, and there is no need to say it, because the Sichuan Army has been incorporated into the Yushi Special Service Battalion, and he is the commander of the Special Service Battalion.

"Reply to them." Yu Xiaoqing said coldly, "I am Yu Xiaoqing, the commander of the Sichuan Army." ”

"The Sichuan Legion has already returned to China, and there can't be another Sichuan Legion in this world."

"I don't care where they come from, and I don't care which way he is an immortal."

"As long as they think they are still Chinese soldiers, they might as well fight to the death against the Japanese on the Nantianmen, and they will not lose the spirit of the party-state soldiers."

……

On the other side of the river, Nantianmen.

Meng was annoyed and said: "Ghost Li met Li Kui, and I can't sing this play." ”

"Looking at this posture, Yu Xiaoqing made it clear that he wanted us to fight the Japanese army on the Nantianmen."

"More than 1,000 cannon fodder are fighting to the death, maybe it is really possible to stop the Japanese army for a day, that is, blood is earned."

"Because this means that Yu Xiaoqing will have one more day to repair the fortifications and consolidate the defense of the Nujiang River."

"So, refugees can cross the river, but I'm afraid we won't be able to cross the river, and even if we cross the river, I'm afraid that what awaits us can only be guns."

Long Wenwen's face fell.

In the face of the rout, he has 10,000 ways.

But in the face of Yu Xiaoqing, he had no choice.

Accidents always come suddenly, and gunshots suddenly rang out on the Nantian Gate.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the Mourning Star appeared on the hillside and shouted loudly: "Devil! The devil is down! ”

It seems that in order to verify the shouts of the mourning star, the gunfire on the Nantianmen is more intensive, and there are faint explosions of grenades and grenades.

"It's the end of the calf." Meng was annoyed and sighed lowly.

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